And hopefully the fucking last.
Rated M for blood and guts and naughty words and sexual themes and the occult and Buffy Summers.
The 7th Circle.
"Abaddon, calm yourself! This Council shall remain civil." A figure bellowed, putting his rough fist to the table below. Four other figures sat around this table. Most of them large and monstrous, however one nude redheaded woman sat among them, seeming severely out of place. Around them were perpetual flames and deep red mountains. The screams of the damned echoed all throughout the area, though the Council had no trouble at all speaking over them. They were, in fact, in Hell. "I apologize Azazel, but I am tired of Astaroth believing he is superior." Abaddon growled.
"I am superior to you Abaddon, you knuckle dragging glorified Hell Hound." Astaroth said, ego and self love in his voice.
"Enough! I said you will remain civil!" Azazel proclaimed, with growing disdain in his voice. It temporarily drowned out the screaming and sounds of torture. With that, they sat, giving mutual glares at each other. The Council was at often times just as chaotic as the plane it resided in. With the Council settled, Azazel continued. "Now as unbelievable as it sounds, the fact is Hell is weakening. And arguing like a group of petty minions won't solve anything. You're Arch Demons, bloody act like it. Mephistopheles, Lilith, you've both been quiet, what say you upon this matter?"
Mephistopheles stood. Among the Council, he was the most level headed. "Earth. Our source of souls is usually overflowing with sinners, but our intake is no longer sufficient to support Hell. My proposal is that we...say, go up and possibly...further along Judgement Day?" He pitched this plan as he paced around the table. Azazel raised his brow to this and scoffed. "Are you insane? What if Lucifer caught wind of this? You know He's bound to when The Man Upstairs demands The Day to come." Mephisto was stationary again. He rose his hand to he chin and began to tap it. "Yes. But does that mean we are? You see where all this waiting has gotten us?" Azazel rolled his black eyes, his arms now crossed. "Lilith, dear, what have you to say?" Sitting, she very monotonously spoke. "I agree. Lucifer is too busy to see the state Hell is in."
"And there it is. Once we leave to Earth there is very little Lucifer can do. If he leaves, no one is in control, and Hell falls." Azazel's eyes darted to each member, trying to settle his mind. "If the other members agree, I could possibly get us out without any attention." The Council nodded their heads in unison, and tilted their heads upwards. Earth Awaited
One Month Later.
April 4th, 1890. Sacramento, California.
"All aboard!" The conductor says. You scurry to the train, not wishing to miss your chance to leave. The destination, however, is now irrelevant. For this train trip shall not go as planned. Your life, as of now, is in the cruel hands of fate. Whatever happens, you will most likely wish you had missed this train. But how could you have known?
If anyone as questions, ask and I shall answer.
I run this bitch.
I expect from the players good grammar and literacy, having a past of being able to write well.
I have the right to deny whoever I want on whatever grounds.
Post however long you feel applicable, but no one liners. Put effort into it.
And Again, any questions relating to anything at all can be directed towards me. Certain things will be added here by me as I see fit, which will include maps, lore, bestiaries, and possibly music.